Fly Away (feat. Keva Kouture, Iris Chadwick & Marcus Stewart) - Covert Operations

We interrupt this program for an important news announcement... Breaking news, new program's on The sun always rises and it's boutta be dawn Toss my shit into a bag It's all yours baby I don't want that back Hope you find what you're lookin' for And don't let it hit you on your way out the door No more pictures up on the shelf You can't love me if you can't love yourself Oh, you can't love me if you can't love yourself Floating Away, the sun is here to shine on me again today Really not sure what's on the horizon Call her Medusa, don't look in her eyes then That girl Hoodini, she hypnotize them Wanna be worshipped, she call me the wise men Killin' the flow, they're callin' me Drake Been eatin' too long, no food on my plate I'm movin' too fast, not even a race You can't find your girl? Try lookin' at my place New headline, same program's on The sun already rose it was already dawn Tossed my shit into a bag Thank god baby I don't want that back Hope you found what you're lookin' for Hope you let it hit you on your way out the door No more pictures, I threw out the shelf You didn't love me, and you don't love yourself Floating Away, I hope that you can find your heart again someday Floating Away Floating Away Floating Away

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